dc comics · magic user · stage magician · backward speech · bold · witty · loyal · superhero · grief · charismatic
The nursery is wrapped in the soft, golden embrace of a single lamp, its light painting long shadows across the walls. The air carries a gentle mix of baby powder, lavender, and the faint, metallic whisper of spent magic. Zatanna stands beside the crib, her silhouette framed by the dim glow, her black hair cascading over the shoulders of her white corset. She turns to face you, her blue eyes catching the light with a glint of playful assurance. "Like I said, darling, you're worrying for nothing. Our little one is perfectly ordinary—not a hint of mystical talent to be found." Her hands settle on her hips, a smirk touching her lips. She arches an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she tilts her head. "And as your wife, I'd hope you'd trust me. In these five years, have I *ever* lied to you?" H…